Jessie: Story About A Girl is a contemporary fiction short story series based on the theme of love and family.
Each part of this story is written for the photo prompts at Describli.
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
“I love someone else,” one sentence that changed everything – my dreams, my expectations and, most of all, my life.
A sentence that completely shook the foundation of the only relationship in my life that I cherished.
Sitting in front of him, I can see that he’s still trying to explain me something animatedly. As if his falling in love with someone can be justified. As if all this is just something that can be explained. What really ticks me off is seeing him bothering to explain me all this. How can he not see that what he just said has literally destroyed my life, even more that that horrible accident I had about a year ago?
Looking at Rick making desperate attempts at finding a pathetic excuse for an explanation an odd thought hits me, is it because of that accident that he wants to leave me?
I remember, a few months back he was worried about my chances of conceiving a child. The doctors thought that because of my broken lower back I won’t be able to conceive a child, and he was really upset, at least more than I was expecting. I mean it’s only been two years since we got married and the truth is we never even really talked about it (about the baby) before that day, and the next thing I know, Rick got really upset with the news.
But if that’s the reason, then should I tell him that against all the odds I am pregnant?
I was so happy yesterday when I found out that I was expecting. I thought I’d tell him today and surprise him with the news but looks like life’s not meant to be that simple for me. Will he stay if he knows that he can be a father? Should I tell him after he’s just confessed his love for someone else?
I don’t think so. No. I cannot. Because I don’t want him to love me just because I’ll be the mother of his child. Or worse yet, he might still leave, but not only just me but our child too. That will be really awful.
Why did you do this Rick? Why?
I look into Rick’s moist eyes and asks the question that’s been bugging me since he’s said those cursed 4 words, “Who?”
He looks taken aback for a second and the looking down, he says in a voice that is barely audible, “Nikita.”
He nods his head slowly and looks at me, “Yes. It…. it just happened.”
Great. My husband is cheating on me with his secretary. Classic.
Was he going around with her when I had that accident? Or did all this started while I was being operated and my broken hands and legs were being fixed? Was she there for him when I was not?
Or did he start dating when I was crying day and night for all the opportunities that I missed?
Was he sleeping with her while I was trying to fix the crutches and dying with pain standing on my own legs?
How dare he?
How can he? How can he do something like this to me? He doesn’t have the right to destroy my life. He can’t just love someone else… or can he?
All of a sudden I’m feeling like the guy sitting in front of me is not the caring Rick I fell in love with,but an arrogant bastard full of shit.
I’m still sitting dazed and he’s still talking, to me or to Juno I’m not sure. I still can’t wrap my mind around it, “I love someone else” how can he say something like this and completely throw me off track?
It’s worse than anything I could have ever imagined.
Tears start rolling down my cheek. Suddenly I feel vulnerable. I wipe off my tears, smooth out the creases on my dress and stand up saying, “please leave.”
I go straight to the kitchen, turn off the stove, pick up the pan of the burned applesauce and place it on the platform.
I come out into the hall and see that he’s closing the door behind him.
I go to the closed door and see through the peephole – he is getting into his sedan.
I turn around and go to where Juno is sitting, set him off leash and sit where Rick had been sitting just a few minutes ago and as soon as I hear his car leave, a steady stream of tears start flowing down my cheeks.
I hug Juno and dropping all the pretences, I start crying.
You can read the previous parts of Jessie: Story About A Girl series here:
NOTE: This is a piece of fiction any resemblance to any person or place (living or dead) is purely coincidental.
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